more sense than I thought you had, and I think you and I may be better friends than we have been, but don't you now tell at home that you saw me going towards Wood's." "So far from that, please your honour," said O'Rourke, "that if you will allow me I will attend you, but it is for the honour of your company, and not for the liquor. Although I must say I see no harm in a cheerful glass with a friend." "I thought, Mr. Roger, you would think it contrary to religion." "Oh, not all. Our religion minds higher things, faith and grace; but is not so ticklish as to mind a little drop of whisky." "Whisky is good," replied the laird," "but rum is better;" "and so thinks myself, please your honour." By this time they were arrived, and the laird's usual companions being engaged at the harvest, they had the parlour to themselves. The first
